in your reflection

Motif gratefully took the rabbit, she was hungry, even if a lump lived permanently in her stomach, a lump of emotion that she didn’t know how to work through. She ate slowly, working through the motions of chewing and swallowing, and digging around the bones. She was careful not to make too much of a mess on the pile of straw that lined the bottom of their den.

“Sure Po, if that's what you want” she agreed, putting aside the last bits of the rabbit for Poem to eat at her leisure. Motif got to her feet, and stretched quietly. She padded to the entrance and peered outside, blinking in the sunlight. The thought that this was Shaye’s pack struck her, and she quailed. It was her ma’s anymore. Motif wasn’t even a princess. She was just another wolf in the ranks. Her mother was gone, and she would never see her again. The world was not fair.